Thanks for popping in.
Thought it was time to come away to my little haven above the garage, and spend an afternoon in thought and prayer.
In the wake of the shocking hurricanes which have been battering little islands and huge states across the pond for days and weeks since Harvey ripped into Texas, it feels inappropriate in my heart
to be blogging about kingfishers today.
I am sure you agree.
So here’s a little canvas I made out of a scrap
It’s not about the art, whether it’s pleasing or effective.
It’s just my way of expressing what is weighing on my mind.
How frightening for ANYBODY who knows what’s coming,
but can’t get away.
So I just got with my hands and focused my thoughts on all those poor people either in the eye of the storm, dealing with the aftermath, or bracing themselves before it hits them.
Can you imagine?
There you are, sitting in your lovely home, your world.
And there’s a massive wall of water coming your way,
being pushed by winds which will probably blow your little
A-Frame down, and take you with it.
You have been told to evacuate, but there’s no petrol anywhere.
The pumps are dry. You can’t get out.
Or you can’t drive.
So all you can do is wait.
Barricade yourself in and hope that it passes you by.
There will be blue skies again.
There will be calm waters.
And there will be a tropical haven again.
How ironic it is that a lady from Florida called Jenny contacted me out of the blue a couple of weeks ago, just to tell me how much she was enjoying my Youtubes. We struck up a dialogue, and have been pinging emails back and forth since.
I asked her where abouts in Florida she lives, as you do, and so on.
They live in a beautiful Retirement Village, north of Orlando.
Then Irma appeared on the radar.
Jenny told me that they couldn’t leave because there was no gas.
That they’ve stocked up as best they can, but that they are trapped. She told me about her frightened neighbour who lives alone.
How they got together and watched Dean Wilson and me with the shrink plastic to cheer themselves up.
Distraction and company.
The last email I received was at around 1pm today.
Surreal, isn’t it?
How powerful are these forces of nature!
Here we are, selling brads and parchment, and there they are hanging on to their lives and their homes.
So please can you pray, send positive energy
and vibes of hope across to Jenny.
And EVERYBODY who is being hit by hurricanes.
Love & Higs,